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The Beloved Romote

MY BELOVED REMOTE I sat om my remote unit after a tiresome day at work so tired was i that i let myself go and it broke into two i am spying our receptionist TD remote with much envy just lying there on the reception desk no one catering it remotes very strange gadgets only superficially understood small but very powerful just watch a man fiddle the gadget you will realize its a symbol of power an status in social setup i broke mine humbly i suffer the indignity of a manual system i have to leave the warmth of my couch blanket and tap loved tv.. the few pitiful buttons are now supposed to substitute my "gadget" its a gadget of technology whose worth few appreciate till broken suffering humiliation of punching the four buttons on actual tv set they have now gone digital migration and a tvs menus reads as thou its the encyclopedia Britannic we need tutor-age to decipher manual that's why i keep eyeing TD remote for you never know the day that i will need a replacement seeing that market is flooded with imitations the orient guys are flooding the market with cheap fake imitations driving the lovely gadget to a low life expectancy it suffereth in silence i love my gadgets and the remote guarding them jealously for loss is grief to them lazy bones claiming fatigue now being tortured to leave warm 'duve' Lewis k nyaga 19/01/2015

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